So true π©·
Writing is literally the best thing because it's like watching a series in your head where everything goes exactly how you want and you get super immersed and it almost feels like you're living in the story
Writing is also the worst because you have to turn all of that hallucination into actual words that make sense rather than leaving it a beautiful stream of consciousness that you will forget in the morning
and also you (generally) know how it will end
ah, the duality of writing fic
A few random morning photos βοΈ
Have a nice day βΊοΈ
When you see only black branches for six months, it is true magic... simple and real. It's here and it is... πβοΈ
I happen to live next door to my college literature teacher. Very old lady with a hat and always jewellery πβΊοΈ
A couple of times a month we faced in the street, say a few words, compliment each other and go our separate ways βΊοΈ
Today I only managed to say hello to her in the fast flow of people on the street (the city centre on a Monday morning is my personal hell π₯²), but I think she would be proud of me knowing that I was going to the library with "Onegin" in my bag to get a new book βοΈ
Good morning βΊοΈ
We drove out of the city towards the river. My friend was concentrating on driving, but I could feel her worried and warm gaze on me from time to time.
I cried in the passenger seat and just kept repeating to her, "Well, what an idiot I am... I mean, there's not a single reason not to think that I'm an idiot..."
Her voice was calm, soft, even maternal (I had no such support in my life, but I instinctively felt it). "You're not an idiot. Don't even think like that... You just have a very big and kind heart... You share your warmth, there's enough for everyone, Dear. You see... For your family, your friends, and even..." here she stopped talking for a second and added, "you have to keep sharing and..."
"I don't want to," I whispered to her, clearly aware of why.
"You are so... And your heart is so... You have to keep sharing... Things will get better..."
At that moment I was so grateful to her and to myself that I wasn't alone.
Everyone in my town is like cats in the sun today πΊ squinting, basking, stretching...βοΈπ
"What do you want to do on your day?" a friend asked me a couple of weeks ago... I smiled and didn't know what to answer, because I didn't know what the weather would be like, what my mood would be like and so on...
But a few days before, I knew what I wanted to do this morning βοΈ
I wanted to have a picnic... I wanted to walk barefoot on the grass... I wanted warm conversations and happy laughter... I wanted unexpected and lovely surprises... I wanted to taste key lime pie... βΊοΈ
In a few days the puzzle came together...π
I've always loved my birthday and I love how I become more courageous, stay still stubborn, always trusting and even a little naive... Yes, I'm very modest π
In fact, those born today can organize everything and even a revolution ππ€£ well, at least their own, a small one, for the sake of a dream... π
Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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